Ooh I updated twice in two days.

*pats back*

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"I–I...no. Of course I'm not–isn't that against the rules or something?" Louis rushes quickly, cheeks turning a rosy color. Simon stares at him for a moment before pulling out his phone and dialing a quick number. Louis watches him as he waits for the person to answer.

"Mr. Styles. We need to meet up and discuss some...important matters." He says sternly, "Yes it's urgent. Come down to the live shows stage this moment." He hangs up the phone without another word and pulls Louis out of the room.

He quickly tells the others to leave, says he has some important business. He makes Liam stay behind. Zayn gives Louis a sad glance before stepping out of the room.

It's silent until Harry bursts through the doors and strides towards them with a calm expression.

"Mr. Cowell. Louis, Liam." He greets them professionally.

"Cut the shit. I told him." Liam seethes. Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Told him what, Mr. Payne?" The older man asks, folding his arms over his chest. Louis wishes to be as good as an actor as he is. He doesn't seem the slightest bit nervous. While Louis is becoming a sweating mess.

"Liam, here, told me that you were having an affair with Louis Tomlinson." Simon inquires. Harry lets out a laugh.

"I'm sorry? That's absolutely ridiculous." The curly haired lad says, smiling softly.

"So it's not true?" Simon asks.

"Positively not." Harry replies smoothly. Louis envies his coolness. His hands are still shaking vigorously.

"They're lying!" Liam speaks up, face red. Simon runs a hand over his face in exasperation.

"Mr. Payne, please don't make up lies just to waste my time. I have actual important things to do." Simon mutters and pushes past him, walking out of the room. Liam glares at Harry and Louis, face contorted in anger. He points a finger at Louis.

"He'll find out how much of a disgusting whore you are." Before Louis can react, Harry had Liam pinned against the wall, hands curled around his throat. He stares at him with such fuming hatred, if looks could kill Liam would be just ash by now.

"Don't you dare talk to Louis like that ever again." He growls, setting Liam down and pushing him away, turning back to the small boy and running his fingers down the trace of his spine.

"You okay, lovely?" Harry asks. Louis nods, dazed and follows Harry out of the room, leaving Liam behind to stare at them with a hard glare.

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"He didn't find out?" Zayn asks as they sit in his room. Louis shakes his head and stretches on his bed.

"No. Turns out Harry is really good at acting." Louis giggles. Zayn laughs along and stands up from the bed.

"I'm gonna go get something to eat from the kitchen. Want me to bring you anything, babes?" Zayn asks. Louis shakes his head and the raven haired boy nods, leaving quietly. A few seconds later, the door opens and Harry walks in, smiling sheepishly.

"Hi, doll." He whispers, sitting on the bed. Louis blushes at the name and settles next to Harry. Then he notices a small blue box tied with a black ribbon.

"I got this for you the other day. We've been together for a few months now and I haven't had the time to spoil you like I should." Harry smiles.

"You don't have to get me anything."

"Isn't that what they always say? Come on, princess, open it." Louis sighs and takes the box from him, taking off the bow carefully.

Inside is a silver necklace, a small silver rose pendant hanging from the end. The rose is intricate and beautifully crafted. The petals look realistic and fragile; it was absolutely beautiful.

"This is beautiful." Louis breathes, looking up at Harry with a light blush. He hands the necklace to Harry and turns around as Harry clips it onto his neck, the metal feeling cool against his chest.

"A rose for my rose." Harry says softly.

"I don't deserve you." Louis mumbles. Harry scoffs and pulls out a necklace from under his shirt. It's a simple chain necklace with a small silver dagger pendant hanging from it.

"We match." Harry says, smiling widely.

"I love an idiot." The words slip out of his mouth before he has a chance to understand what he's saying. Harry's eyes widen comically.

"I'm sorry." Louis rushes out, "I don't know what I'm saying. I don't even know if you're ready for that kind of thing and—"

"I love you too." Harry interrupts. They're silent for a fraction of a second.

"Really?" Louis asks, breathless. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd feel like this, with so much ardor and passion flirting off of him, filling him with energy and love that he never knew he needed.

"Yes. I love you." Harry whispers. Louis jumps up, hugging him tightly, causing them to fall back onto the bed with an oof.

"I love you too." Louis smiles, kissing him quickly. Harry laughs, hands reaching around to grip him by his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Louis feels whole, like Harry was a missing piece of him that was finally led back home.

They kiss, Harry whispering sweet nothings to him every once in a while, when the bedroom door opens.

"Well, fuck." Louis could hear Zayn curse. He giggles and pushes himself off of Harry, and looks towards the door. Zayn stands there with rosy cheeks.

"If you're gonna do the nasty at least put a sock on the door." He says with a slight laugh. Louis scoffs and Harry chuckles. With that, he turns and leaves.

When the two are left alone, Louis settles into Harry's side, fingers playing the necklace against his skin.

"Thank you." He whispers softly. Harry hums.

"Anything for you, darling."

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dagger + rose

danger + love

me = dead